After a Failed Blind Date, a Rich Woman Tries to Get Into My Heart - Chapter 195

After chatting for over an hour, Chen Xiuning’s favorability toward Shen Lang only increased by 5 points.

Shen Lang wasn’t surprised. He and Chen Xiuning had only engaged in casual conversation—he hadn’t used any flirtatious tactics or sweet-talking techniques. Gaining 5 points in favorability was already a solid achievement.

Women like Chen Xiuning—strict female teachers, or rather, older-sister types—couldn’t be swayed with vague, ambiguous pickup lines.

They were mature women. Whether in terms of life experience or emotional maturity, they were far more seasoned than the average twenty-something girl.

On top of that, they’d navigated messy and complicated social circles. Having met all kinds of people, they naturally carried a certain guardedness toward the opposite sex.

To pursue women like this, one had to proceed step by step, slowly disarming their defenses, letting them feel your goodwill, and only occasionally adding a touch of flirtation.

It wouldn’t take too long, and sometimes, even without clearly defining the relationship, things could naturally progress.

If you rushed in too aggressively, it would only backfire.

“Ms. Chen, let’s chat again when you’re free. You’re probably about to finish work, right?”

“Mm, almost. Today technically counts as a day off. I just came by to check on the students.”

“Alright then, I’m off to take a shower. Let’s talk later. Let me know if anything comes up.”

{Rose emoji}

“Brat.”

Seeing that bright cartoon rose emoji, Chen Xiuning’s fair face flushed slightly, but she couldn’t help feeling a warm flutter in her chest.

It was a kind of joyful feeling she hadn’t experienced even when chatting with the few men from her past.

Shen Lang provided an abundant emotional value during their chat, leaving this woman in her early thirties wanting more.

Of course, Chen Xiuning couldn’t show that happiness openly—she was Shen Lang’s high school homeroom teacher, after all.

Lowering her stance in front of him would completely destroy her authority as a teacher.

With a light tapping on the keyboard, Chen Xiuning typed:

“I’m your teacher, be serious!”

Looking at the sentence, she felt utterly embarrassed chatting with a former student like this.

Especially that word at the end—“la”—it was like a little girl acting cute. It made her feel both cringey and awkward.

This—was proof that Chen Xiuning was slowly lowering her guard around Shen Lang.

Feeling flustered, she quickly deleted the word “la.”

“I’m your teacher, be serious!”

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“I’m your teacher, be serious.”

With just that single word removed, the tone of the message changed completely.

It now sounded like a teacher upholding her authority, sternly warning her student not to entertain any improper thoughts.

“No, no, this won’t do.”

Chen Xiuning felt that this reply was too harsh. She was worried Shen Lang might take it the wrong way and stop chatting with her altogether.

She didn’t want to ruin the ambiguous atmosphere they had painstakingly built up.

“How should I put it…”

At that moment, no one would believe that the usually composed, authoritative homeroom teacher would be fidgeting like a girl in love—all over one simple message.

Blushing and anxious, she tapped her slender fingers on the desk, trying to figure out how to reply to this obvious trap.

And the worst part was—the sender was one of her former students!

After much thought, inspiration struck.

She added a “laugh-cry” emoji to the end of the sentence, then nervously hit send, as if confessing her feelings, cheeks burning, and tossed her phone aside.

“I’m your teacher, be serious! {laugh-cry}”

Chen Xiuning had been a homeroom teacher for several years. Even though she’d never dated a man before, she had dealt with all kinds of parents. Her communication skills weren’t lacking.

This message managed to show her authority as a teacher, but the emoji subtly told Shen Lang that she wasn’t really being stern.

To put it more bluntly—it meant: I actually enjoy chatting like this with you.

That’s just how adult relationships are—complicated and full of unspoken games.

In such interactions, both parties are always testing each other’s intentions.

The one who makes the first emotional move often ends up losing badly.

Unfortunately, what Chen Xiuning didn’t realize was—she had already lost the moment she got into Shen Lang’s car.

Around 7 PM, most of the students had already left. Chen Xiuning walked awkwardly to the school gate.

Her leg had mostly healed. It was just some minor abrasions, so walking wasn’t a big problem—she just couldn’t run.

Normally, she commuted by electric scooter, but it wasn’t usable today. She planned to call a Didi ride to go home.

Thinking about how she’d still have to hobble to the pharmacy alone to buy some ointment made a wave of loneliness swell in her heart.

It was the unique emptiness that came with being a single woman in her thirties.

A healthy, emotionally sound woman would never truly want to live alone.

Chen Xiuning longed for companionship too. Otherwise, she wouldn’t bother dressing up so beautifully for every blind date.

But the best years for dating had already passed her by—she’d thrown herself into her career instead. When it came to love, she was completely inexperienced.

Later, her father had a sudden bout of acute hypertension. The family burned through their savings paying for treatment, and even then, her father couldn’t be saved. Chen Xiuning sank into depression for years.

In her thirty-something years of life, the only thing she could proudly claim was probably the many high-achieving students she had taught.

As she stood at the school gate and prepared to book a Didi, a woman wearing white gloves came briskly toward her, holding a bag of medicine, and greeted her warmly.

“Excuse me, are you Ms. Chen?”

“I am. May I ask who you are?”

Chen Xiuning looked at the woman curiously. She didn’t recognize her.

“I’m a Didi driver. I’ve been waiting for you. One of my clients, who says he’s your former student, booked a premium ride for you.”

The woman pointed to the black sedan behind her and then handed over the bag of medicine.

“Oh, and this is the ointment he bought for your scrapes. He also asked me to remind you to use it on time and to let him know if you need anything.”

“I-I see…”

Chen Xiuning was caught off guard, receiving the bag with visible surprise.

Someone knew she was injured and had arranged a ride and bought her medicine.

There was no need to think twice—it had to be that cheeky former student she ran into this morning: Shen Lang.

“This brat… with thoughts like these, how could he not win a woman over?”

Chen Xiuning muttered dismissively, but her lips curled into a tsundere-like smile. The gloomy feelings from earlier were suddenly replaced by a warm current.

[Ding! Chen Xiuning’s favorability toward the host has increased by 5 points. Current total: 30 points. Keep up the good work.]

Back at home, Shen Lang was humming a tune in the shower when he heard the system’s notification. His voice grew even more cheerful.

Indeed, when it came to winning over women, smooth talking and emotional intelligence were important.

But sometimes, a well-timed and thoughtful gesture could bring unexpectedly big rewards.